I had a thought that I should ask you
If you agreed that Facebook is a cyber life,
Let’s say I wanted some unknown
no doubt, unknowable
other being out there to get me and my world,
I’d not be running a serial motion picture on Facebook.
But if l did, it must include Bob, Dale,
and my idiot son-in-law as well as the
Transgender woman/man I made out with
At Ichiban in PB last month.
She is a bitch.
But it feels like giving my time, self, soul, heart
for the apathetic use or absorption
by cyber friends, who though lovely,
are no substitute for a good blow job
I might not feel as acknowledged
Blow jobs are affordable
There’s always Nicaragua.
Would I do it though?
Have I considered everything? No.
When I connect, will they be human beings?
In the meantime, I often feel as I do feel now,
like an orphan child of a planet
in a different universe,
left here by mistake.
The aforementioned son, in-law?
What happened to due process?
Asked me recently, Are you suffering?
In that moment, I was a little buzzed
And it threw me that he should ask.
Out of the blue like that
I have suffered, that much I know
I’ve been here for a long long time
So much of my life happened here
Whoever left me is never coming back
I’m not content with that.
I’m on my own but I abandon no one.
That isn’t suffering.
Suffering is being present to what is past
What is lost, grieving, giving your soul to God.
Have a heart.
Jeopardy Answer: What is a happy ending?